Although Zhou Qing has his own conjecture, he is a smooth person who knows how to say good things to the situation and pretend to be confused when he shouldn't expose things.
"Brother Dajing is indeed a young hero." Zhou Qing praised him with a sincere attitude and was not arrogant about being a small flag officer. "Their bravery is admirable."
As he said that, he pointed to the cleaned place of fighting and the two houses that strangled the entrance of the village. "I have thought carefully about it. If there is a prisoner coming again, I will not see anything strange and fall into Dajing."
In the ambush of brothers."
This is not a blind compliment or a compliment.
Although Guo Dajing has a very deceptive face, few can surpass him in his meticulous mind.
The battlefield was cleaned, lookout posts were arranged, the captive Aha was imprisoned, and the corpses and horses of Jiannu were also hidden.
Two houses at the entrance of the village were also vacated, and Guo Dajing, Chen Sihe and others were divided into two houses.
In this way, it can not only form a pincer attack on the rebels who enter the village, but also seal off the village to prevent anyone from going to inform.
What was even more thoughtful was that Guo Dajing also drew a map, interrogated the prisoners with the help of Chen Sanxiang, and basically understood the situation in the manor. He became more confident and sure about infiltrating and attacking.
Guo Dajing didn't care about Zhou Qing's compliments or even compliments. He invited him into the room and made gestures and remarks with Zhao Qingshan's supplements to let Zhou Qing understand the action plan.
"You sneaked into the manor alone?!" Zhou Qing's expression was very strange, similar to the reaction of the villagers.
Guo Dajing was very impatient. Speaking was difficult in the first place, but he kept asking, and kept asking.
"Half, half an hour--an hour." Guo Dajing said without explaining, "Go--go."
Time is very tight, and it will be dark if you delay any longer. Who can guarantee that the slaves of the manor will not come to look for him? Encounters and sneak attacks and assassinations are two different things. It is difficult to guarantee that all the enemies will be left behind without leaking the news.
There were nearly two hundred people in the village, and there was no food in the manor. How many people would die during the escape? They were so weak from hunger that if we didn't try to buy some time, the nearby Jiannu slaves would find out and catch up, and they would almost die.
Zhou Qing felt a little unhappy in his heart. Although he didn't take any airs, it was obvious that Guo Dajing had made the decision, which could not be changed or questioned. It even sounded like an order.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Qing grinned and said, "Okay, just do what Dajing said. Uncle Zhao and I will lead people to set up an ambush on the road."
Zhao Qingshan smiled and patted Guo Dajing on the shoulder and said: "You speak much more fluently, good, very good."
Right, I feel the same way. Can killing someone cure stammering? This is a secret recipe that cannot be passed on to others.
Guo Dajing grinned, extended his hand to invite Zhao Qingshan and Zhou Qing to the opposite room.
As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the aroma of meat. A dozen men were squatting or sitting on the floor, eating, drinking and laughing around the big pot.
Seeing Guo Dajing and others come in, Chen Sihe hurriedly stood up to greet them. His mouth was still stuffed with meat, his words were mumbled, but he had a happy smile on his face.
This guy is so generous and knows how to win people's hearts!
Zhou Qing knew at a glance that Guo Dajing must have taken out all the wild boars he hunted yesterday. He couldn't help but admire it secretly, and the unhappiness in his heart was relieved a lot.
They require people to work, or to work hard, without even giving them a full meal. If they really fight, they won't have enough energy.
Not only these dozen relatively strong young people, but also the men, women, and children in the village also had meat soup to drink. Some of the meat was given to Chen Youshan, who led others to cook and distribute it.
Although I don't have enough to eat, there is something in my stomach, and I can always feel energetic. You look so weak, and you want to make a fool of yourself and escape with your life?
Wild boar, roe deer, and pheasant, Guo Dajing contributed all.
Coupled with a horse that was seriously injured and could not be saved, the whole village was finally able to drink broth and a dozen young people were full.
Guo Dajing greeted him, and Zhou Qing and Zhao Qingshan were not polite. They sat down and took the bowl, fished the meat from the pot and drank the soup.
More than a dozen men ate heartily, and some were so burned that they bared their teeth and sucked in air, but their faces looked happy and satisfied, and they burst into laughter from time to time.
You will feel alive when you are full, even if it is the last meal before death, it is worth it. Some people may think so, but they don’t know that Guo Dajing is very confident.
Guo Dajing came late but ate quickly. Unlike these people, he had something in his stomach these past few days, so it was not a serious loss.
Putting down the bowl, Guo Dajing walked aside and waited silently. His expression was calm and composed, except for the occasional twitching of his eyes, which showed that his thoughts were active and he was not as calm as he appeared.
One after another, they ate and drank enough and stood nearby. Guo Dajing turned around and left the house, and everyone followed him out. They stood in silence in the courtyard, waiting for the order to set off.
Five people were left behind, Chen Sanxiang to take care of the prisoners; the remaining twelve were all dispatched, plus Zhou Qing and Zhao Qingshan, making fourteen people responsible for intercepting on the road.
Zhou Qing finished the bowl of broth and stood up; Zhao Qingshan followed closely and walked out.
Crack! Suddenly there was the sound of bowls being thrown in the room. Chen Sihe glared and walked out with the two young men at the end with his belly puffed out.
This is the posture of going to the execution ground to be beheaded. Are you drinking decapitation wine? Okay, what kind of bowl are you throwing?
Guo Dajing glanced at Chen Sihe, rolled his eyes secretly, and turned his attention to Zhou Qing and Zhao Qingshan.
Zhou Qing nodded, took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Get the guy, get ready to go!"
Everyone agreed in a noisy manner, and prepared in a somewhat noisy manner. It took a while before everything was ready.
"Let's go!" Zhou Qing waved his hand and took the lead, with everyone following closely behind.
Chen Youshan took the villagers out of the village to see them off. Without any unnecessary words, he watched silently with expectation and hope. He watched Guo Dajing and others walking farther and farther away, either on horseback or on foot.
"All men who are strong enough to walk will follow." Chen Youshan glanced at the people. His voice was not loud, but he could hear clearly, "Help carry food and goods back."
In the silence, a man came out, wrapped tightly in his ragged cotton-padded jacket, limped slightly with his right foot, and followed him from a distance.
His slightly swaying shoulders and some staggering steps stung people's eyes and made many people ashamed.
In silent silence, one man after another walked out, and there were even two women, following closely beside their husbands.
We must live together, and we must die together.
In fact, everyone knows that if you succeed, you still have a chance of survival, but if you fail, you will die. It's just the difference between dying outside and dying in the village.
The sun was setting in the west, and the cold wind blew up the snow and dust on the houses, trees, and ground, blurring people's sight.
The figures on the road disappeared one by one, taking away people's hopes, as well as their worries and worries.